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When there was rain,

there existed no pain,

its only when the rains stopped

that the hearts did beat still got choked.

No, its isn't me only who suffers,

all of us do fumble and are duffers.

Yes, bring me the man,

who KNOWS he can.

Random thoughts

What do I do,

When I got no clue,

What do I do?

Or what do I need .. to do,

when I don't want to work or do.. or do..

make me red,

make me yellow,

I ain't no one but

a dirty old fellow..

speak not to me,

you stupid piece of meat,

you are something which

I don't even want to eat.

run away, go away,

I don't need you anymore,

for what do I do,

I don't have a bloody clue..

Some sharing of wonderful lyrics ..

JOHN LENNON - Working Class Hero

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so f-----g crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still f-----g peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

.. a rebel ..

A rebel is one who does not react against the society, who understands the whole game of it and simply slips out of it. It becomes irrelevant to him. He is not against it. And that is the beauty of rebellion : it is freedom. The revolutionary is not free. He is constantly fighting with something- how can he be free? He is constantly reacting against something- How can there be freedom in reaction?
Freedom means understanding. One forgives and forgets and remains without clinging to the society in the name of love or in the name of hate. Society has simply disappeared for the rebel. He may live in the World or he may go out of the World, but he belongs to it no more; he is an outsider.

Irshaad...

Beparwah khwab ye tumne kya dikhlaaye,
humko to bula liya par tum khud hi naa aaye!
Aisa din O rabba kisi ko naa dikhlaaye,
Apne hotey hue bhi ho gaye tum paraaye!

Arz kiya hai..

Wo kehtey hain ke hum tadpaatey hain

wo kehtey hain ke hum intezaar behad karwaatey hain,

Is bekhudi mein hum khoye kuch yun ki,

unhi ko bhool kar unki yaadon mein jjye jaatein hain..

For whatever you are

I Love you for whatever you ARE

and for whatever your ARE NOT.

You remind me of reasons to laugh

for whenever I had them not..

You're the One with whom I could be ONE

Yes you are my moon and my only shining Sun.

You live in me, in my thoughts and my heart

and yet take me away from myself .. Hey,

Where did you get this pure Love

seems to me like an exotic Art..

Like as artist you play with your Love

incessantly... on the canvas of my heart..

and it feels like a flower, a girl and sometimes a lovely white dove..

I will never leave you, and I can't,

for I Love you for whatever you are

and for whatever you aren't..